Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 845

After coming out from the Raksa Sea, Darren and Barnes the Holy wasted no time in flying over to where Hanson was.

It took them two days to arrive. As soon as they landed, Darren hurried into the cave's opening where the old man was waiting.

"Darren! You're back!"

Darren took out the medical materials he had collected and laid them all out. "I have collected everything you need."

"Good. I'll make the pills right away," the old man said.

Darren nodded and went straight into the cave.

He reached the bed where Hanson was lying on. The latter was pale and his face was contorted in pain.

"How are you feeling, sir?"

"Not bad. I think I can manage a few more days." Hanson struggled to give a reassuring smile, but his strength was on its last straw.

"Barnes the Holy, come here." Darren called out towards the entrance of the cave.

"What's going on, Darren?" Having not seen the black monkey before, Mathew stood beside Darren in shock.

Too preoccupied, Darren introduced Barnes the Holy briefly. "Sir, this is Barnes the Holy. Barnes, this is Mr. Mathew Xiao."

Suddenly, Hanson began to tremble.

The inside of Mathew's head also began to buzz in disbelief. Was this really the legendary man? How could he still be alive? And now, there he was standing before them!

Mathew shot a skeptical look at Darren. "Darren, are you sure?" he passed on to Darren through his spiritual sense.

Darren gave him a reassuring gaze. "There is no mistake. He is Barnes the Holy.''

With that, Mathew stretched out a hand for a polite shake. "Nice to meet you, sir.''

Barnes grasped the proffered hand. "You can just call me 'bro'. That would be enough." Then, he moved to stand beside the bed where Hanson laid.

"Wow, those rubbish surely did it." Something dark flashed through Barnes' eyes. In a blink of an eye, his fiendish aura covered Hanson.

"Ahhh!"

Hanson began to writhe in pain, screaming hoarsely.

Mathew was immediately on his guard, deeply troubled by what he was witnessing. "What?!"

"It's alright, sir. Barnes the Holy knows what he's doing. He's been poisoned with the same venom before. He must be driving it out of Hanson,"

Darren hastily explained, putting an arm out to calm Mathew down.

It took four hours of agony before Hanson fell into a peaceful slumber.

"How did it go? Were you able to remove the poison?"

"Of course not. My ability can only do so much. I was able to drive out large portion of the venom, but the toxic bug remains inside his body.

If we don't kill that bug, the poison will continue to spread throughout his body.

He can still live for three or five years after my treatment. But when the poison acts up again, he will be in grave danger."

"Thank you very much. Your help has definitely lend us some more time in refining the pills," Mathew said. His gratitude shone through his eyes.

As Barnes was about to turn around, he sensed a powerful aura radiating from Mathew's breath.

"Well, you really are something! This is the killing sword intent!" he could not help but exclaim.

Mathew smiled in modesty. "I'm flattered that such a cultivator like you have noticed. To be honest, I'm simply lucky enough to have stumbled upon the Killing Cultivation."

Barnes snorted in contempt. In his head, he thought humans were hypocrites. They disguise their arrogance and pride under the facade of luck.

"Darren, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you company at the moment. I would like to walk outside," Barnes said rather coolly.

"Where are you going?"

Barnes rolled his eyes at Darren's question. "Nowhere? Anywhere? I'll just be hanging around."

"There's something ferocious about him. I'm afraid that he might cause some trouble if he goes out," Mathew said with a frown as soon as Barnes was gone.

"Don't worry, sir. He is suppressed by a strong force so he's in a weaker state. I'm sure he won't be causing trouble."

"Really?" Seeing Mathew's curious expression, Darren sat down and explained everything to him.

"It's good to know that his powers are suppressed at the moment," Mathew said. "If he regains his whole strength back, I'm not sure if he can be stopped."